The time traders

The Contagious Distemper, which has become the Reproach of our Faculty here for above a Month past, is
more violent than that at Marseilles; it breaks out in Carbuncles, Buboes, livid Blisters, and purple Spots; the
first Symptoms are grievous Pains in the Head, Consternations, wild Looks, a trembling Voice, a cadaverous
Face, a Coldness in all the extreme Parts, a low unequal Pulse, great Pains in the Stomach, Reachings to
Vomit, and these are follow'd by Sleepiness, Deliriums, Convulsions, or Fluxes of Blood, the Forerunners of
sudden Death.

There was a shading of rose in the pearl arch of sky, deepening at the horizon
meeting of sea and air in a rainbow tint of cloud. The lazy swells of
the ocean held the same soft color, darkened with crimson veins where
spirals of weed drifted. A rose world bathed in soft sunlight, knowing
only gentle winds, peace, and—sloth.
Ross Murdock leaned forward over the edge of the rock ledge to peer
down at a beach of fine sand, pale pink sand with here and there a glitter
of a crystalline "shell"—or were those delicate, fluted ovals shells? Even
the waves came in languidly. And the breeze...

No windows broke the four plain walls of the office; no sunlight shone
on the desk there. Yet the five disks set out on its surface appeared to
glow—perhaps the heat of the mischief they could cause… had caused…
blazed in them.
But fanciful imaginings did not change cold, hard fact. Dr. Gordon
Ashe, one of the four men peering unhappily at the display, shook his
head slightly as if to free his mind of such cobwebs.
His neighbor to the right, Colonel Kelgarries, leaned forward to ask
harshly: "No chance of a mistake?"
"You saw the detector.

To anyone who glanced casually inside the detention room the young
man sitting there did not seem very formidable. In height he might have
been a little above average, but not enough to make him noticeable. His
brown hair was cropped conservatively; his unlined boy's face was not
one to be remembered—unless one was observant enough to note those
light-gray eyes and catch a chilling, measuring expression showing now
and then for an instant in their depths.

Andre Alice Norton (February 17, 1912 – March 17, 2005), science fiction
and fantasy author (with some works of historical fiction and contemporary
fiction), was born Alice Mary Norton in Cleveland, Ohio, in
the United States. She published her first novel in 1934. She was the first
woman to receive the Gandalf Grand Master Award from the World
Science Fiction Society in 1977, and she won the Damon Knight Memorial
Grand Master Award from the SFWA in 1983. She wrote under the
noms de plume Andre Norton, Andrew North and Allen Weston....

Dane Thorson, Cargo-master-apprentice of the Solar Queen, Galactic
Free Trader spacer, Terra registry, stood in the middle of the ship's
cramped bather while Rip Shannon, assistant Astrogator and his senior
in the Service of Trade by some four years, applied gobs of highly scented
paste to the skin between Dane's rather prominent shoulder blades.
The small cabin was thickly redolent with spicy odors and Rip sniffed
appreciatively.
"You're sure going to be about the best smelling Terran who ever set
boot on Sargol's soil," his soft slur of speech ended in a rich chuckle.

The Throg task force struck the Terran Survey camp a few minutes after
dawn, without warning, and with a deadly precision which argued that
the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing
lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical
accuracy. And a single cowering witness, flattened on a ledge in the
heights above, knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell,
nothing human would be left alive down there.

Talk of heat—or better not—on Xecho. This water-logged world combined
all the most unattractive features of a steam bath and one could
only dream of coolness, greenness—more land than a stingy string of
islands.
The young man on the promontory above the crash of the waves wore
the winged cap of a spaceman with the insignia of a cargo-master and
not much else, save a pair of very short shorts. He wiped one hand absently
across his bare chest and brought it away damp as he studied,
through protective sun goggles, the treacherous promise of the bright
sea.

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